A French Canadian program on cloning was shown on Oz TV a few days ago,
CLONE, INC. Made in 1999, I think, hence full of David Seed's now forgotten
posturing; and a bunch of Raelians including Rael the UFO abductee in his
Raymond Massey THINGS TO COME wide samurai shoulders space suit, and other
world experts in deep thought. I especially detested a woman psychoanalyst
who did the full French *differance* word salad thing, except that this
time she was dead set against difference. It would destroy generational
time, alors! The predictable category mistakes in abundance; the desire for
immortality is a phallic phantasy, rising from the dead, thrusting into the
future, sort of thing (actually I don't recall her saying anything as
coherent as that). It's very strange to watch: I don't like X, it makes me
feel weird, so hey, it must be an example of displaced shit-eating or
murderous rage against the father etc. Never the slightest hint that this
applies equally to catching a tram, or getting a tooth filled, or having a
haircut. Of course hardcore Lacanians and the like *do* apply the same
gratuitous gibberish to such everyday activities, and seem pleased as punch
even though everything then factors back to zero. Sigh.
Damien Broderick
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